I started thinking about my childhood recently, in a more focused and intentional way than I have previously. I wondered if my memories have impacted me, especially as a writer, or if they’re just a collection of miscellaneous impressions? Have they shaped what I’ve become and what I’ve produced? After an extensive study of about…
I’m a blind writer, and that baffles some people. They don’t know how I can write if I can’t see what I’m writing. How do I review my work? Do I have a homunculus to read the editor’s markup? My secret, of course, is technology. The traditionally paper-based writing industry has gone electronic. Concurrently, tech…
My writing sucks. Or used to. Or still does. Doesn’t everyone’s at times? But now I have a remedy for my suckiness: My RMFW critique group. For the past three years, my work has been fortified by decades of experience and insights through the group members. They infuse my weekly installments with everything from basic…
Remember the grade school track meet where you earned a ribbon for finishing among the top three runners? First place received a red ribbon, second got blue, and third got green. The girls in my class were fast. I attribute their speed to the habit of boys relentlessly pursuing them during recess. Naturally they were…
“Write what you know.” That was Mrs. Frances Toepfer’s advice on the first day of English Composition class at Abraham Lincoln High School in southwest Denver more years ago than I wish to acknowledge. She then raised her glasses from the chain around her neck and studied us for a moment, expecting, I suppose, questions….